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Tick
Tick
Tick

The hand hits
A babe cries as his first breath omits,
The security he had

Tick
Tick
Tick

They pound his back
Submerge his head
To wash him of his original sin

Tick
Tick
Tick

Alone,
All day
He sits
They surround him
They laugh and smile
They walk around his drone

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Tick
Tick

The Cheshire cat smiles so dear
Time falls back and whooshes by his ear
The sand hits the bottom symmetry of the glass
The drowning sorrow of the girl stuck
The knight didn’t save her quite in time
The formidable sorrow of a cry

Tick
Tick
Tick

He tries to reset, the time he was off,
The minutes the seconds
His golden halo missed with each swing
Once he does
He only falls back again

Tick
Tick
Tick

His old withered hand
Touches the ashes
The gravestone they build
The time passes

The clock stops





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